Dance is an art, beautiful and intoxicating. Looking at the graceful dancing of the actors, I am a little envious. So my mother signed me up for a dance class.

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When I was an intern, I encountered many setbacks. The teacher called us leg press and pressed our upper body on our legs with all our strength. I really want to stop and relax. Seeing that other students are so diligent, I gave up. I soon held on.

Finally, in two weeks, I mastered the action of leg press. With my unremitting efforts, I bend over, kick, forward, backward, somersault ... I don't care!

Whenever I encounter difficulties on the dance road, I will tell myself that as long as I persist, I can achieve my goal.

I still remember the first exam, and it will be my turn soon. I'm very nervous. Twisting my body ... at this time, I seem to be running on the grassland thousands of miles away ... like an ecstatic dream, it is intoxicating.

Dancing is not an easy road. There are always many difficulties along the way to test your perseverance. Only if you are not afraid of hardships and step by step down to earth, you are the winner!

After the sweetness of the fruits of labor, whenever I see the award certificate in front of my desk, I can't help but smile with relief and think of my dribs and drabs on the dance road. ...

Chapter 2: My Road to Dance

Before I know it, I'm already a girl of 13 years old, but I'm still full of pain and happiness when I think back on my eight years of dancing. I once thought about giving up this dance road, but I was sure that the honor and applause of my dance kept me going.

My dance path began when I was 5 years old, that is, when I was in a large kindergarten class. In fact, it was an accidental opportunity that made me step into the road of dancing.

At that time, the dance teacher came to our class to select some people to practice basic skills, and that's how I embarked on the road of dancing. The dance teacher said, "Come to the dance studio to practice basic skills every day after school." What leg press, what word horse, what bend ... Every one should be practiced in place. Every time I finish practicing my legs, I feel sore, and sometimes I get cramps. This kind of hard work is only known to you.

I really wanted to give up this art at that time, but on the night of the competition, I realized that as long as you pay, you will get something. In this way, I persisted for eight years. It was because of my persistence that I joined the dance team when I was in primary school, and I was the protagonist in every performance. In the third grade, he won the first prize in the performance in the central square, and in the fifth and sixth grades, he got good results in the exhibition center of Wuyi Overseas Chinese Square and Donghu Cinema.

Although the eight-year dance road is full of pain and happiness, I am willing to go on!

Chapter Three: My Road to Dance

There is a certificate on my bookcase, which I will never forget. Whenever I see it, unforgettable scenes emerge in front of me when I learn to dance. This is my way of dancing.

When I was nine years old, my mother sent me to a dance training class to learn Latin dance. Because I am a beginner, the teacher taught me to get off the fork first, which hurts. Seeing my senior sisters cheating easily, I can't help but want to try it myself. It's my turn I learn to stand up straight, spread my feet slowly, hold my breath and slide down. After sliding down, it didn't go as smoothly as expected. My front foot is straight and my back leg is bent 360 degrees, which makes me laugh and cry. Seeing that I didn't get off the fork, the teacher came over and told me to get off the fork. I can't get off the bus. I muttered something, and the teacher said, "Let me help you." As soon as the words fell, the teacher put his hands on my shoulder and pressed it. Ah, I let out a cry and my tears fell.

A year later, I went to an advanced class. It is not difficult for advanced classes to learn the steps and routines of Latin dance, but it is difficult to jump out of the rhyme of that dance. Just started learning dance steps. I think it's very simple. Just follow the teacher. So I don't remember the steps every time. The teacher asked us to dance alone, and I was dumbfounded. It's my turn. I can't jump a step. The teacher raised his voice when he saw that I couldn't dance. "You are a student. You never remember the dance steps and always rely on others. You will never dance. " I was scolded by the teacher and my face burned. Only from that day on, I will keep every step and every movement in mind and no longer rely on others. Although the dance steps are memorized, it is difficult to jump out of the charm of the body. What is charm? This made me think hard for weeks. Until the teacher's words inspired me. Before class, the teacher said, "Your body is in your own hands."

I listened to my teacher. I practiced hard for three hours when I got home, and finally I got a little rhyme. Hard days will always pass, day after day, my dancing level will improve day by day, and teachers will often praise me. After that, I took part in a competition and won the first place, which made me very happy.

My dance path will take the next journey.

Chapter Four: My Road to Dance

Slowly, slowly through the colorful dance road, looking back, I saw my growing footprint step by step. I just turned eleven, but I have gone through five years of Latin dance, full of hardships and joy.

When I was seven years old, I was sent to a Latin dance training class by my mother, and I started the road of Latin dance. At that time, I was dancing in an unknown direction, regardless of left and right. Swing like a stupid bear. But apart from the normal Latin dance class twice a week, I practice my hand and head shape in a quiet corner every night. Slowly learned rumba, cha-cha, cowboy ... Under the strict training of the teacher, my basic skills began to improve, and with the growth of age, I gradually learned something about Latin dance.

The more you learn the movements, the more difficult it is, especially practicing some more difficult movements. It hurts every time, but I still insist on it again and again, which has brought me to today. In order to master every movement, I was trained by my teacher, scolded by my mother and cried by myself, but I didn't give up the passionate dance of Latin dance, just because I liked it.

Last summer vacation, in order to participate in the talent competition in Wuhan, I rehearsed almost every day, sometimes in the classroom and sometimes at home. In order to dance this dance well, I even think about this dance when I sleep at night. In this way, under the guidance and hard practice of the teacher, my dance has been greatly improved, and finally I won the silver prize in the children's group in that talent competition.

Five years of Latin dance is full of laughter and hardships, but I am willing to go on forever.

Chapter 5: My Road to Dance

I have a strong interest in dance since I was a child. When I was five years old, my parents asked me to attend a dance training class. I am ecstatic. Every time I go to class, I am very happy and never shout tired.

Practice makes perfect. After studying for several years, my straddle fork, vertical fork, handstand and back-and-forth tumbling are no longer problems, and occasionally I will bring performances to my family and guests. No one doesn't like it. I remember one year during the Spring Festival, I improvised "swagger" in the living room. My parents, grandparents, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts ... they didn't look at me, only my brother was there looking at me with interest and eating snacks. Seeing this scene, I "made a scene in heaven." Sofa, carpet and pillow have all become my venting products: the sofa is messy, the carpet is messy, and pillows can be seen everywhere ... Ten minutes later, the living room became a mess. My mother turned around and saw that the newly renovated living room had become a "garbage station" again. I felt guilty and cleaned up the so-called "garbage station" by myself.

It was also during the period when I was learning to dance that there was bitterness in sweetness. I pulled my ligament and can't dance. My mother insisted that I should not continue dancing. At first, I still refused to give up and insisted on dancing. But during this half-month rest, I was tempted to watch my parents take care of me day and night ... When I decided to give up this course, my mother came to talk to me again. I don't remember exactly what she said, but I vaguely remember that after I recovered, she would find me a one-on-one teacher to tutor me at home, one hour a day, no more or less. My mother's words moved me so much that I felt that I was the happiest person in the world.

But then I gave up dancing because I was unwell, and I haven't practiced for several years. I have returned my previous basic skills to my teacher, but I have not given up my keen interest in dancing.